THE HIGH WAY IS HELL

Challenge: Include a classic rock title or theme. Dean's really not enjoying the boys' latest job ... so he takes matters into his own hands.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and this is a source of constant frustration to me!

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Gargoyles.

That's right, freakin' Gargoyles.

Fug-ugly little granite sonsofbitches who clambered down from the top of the cathedral spire at night to attack passers-by.

And therein lay Dean's problem.

The cathedral spire. Top of.

A gut-clenchingly, ball-droppingly long way from the ground.

Burrowing grimly against the tower's weathered facade like a growth of lichen, Dean squinched his eyes closed as another bout of vertigo gripped him, turning cartwheels in his belly.

This royally sucked ...

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Sam heard the receding clatter of heavy workboots against a steeply spiralling staircase.

"Sammy, change of plan; I'm gonna wait at the bottom, and gank the little bastards as they ramble on down."

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